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Date Posted: 15:20:40 08/09/10 Mon
Author: 
Myxtress
Subject: Well. Okay. I guess S-E-X can get me out of the land of lurkdom. >>>
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's message, "In the immortal words of Nickelback....." on 00:21:59 07/31/10 Sat
Excerpt from working title ‘Pander’
by E.M. Sawatzky © 2010 All rights reserved.
Posted for critiquing purposes only and does not constitute publication.
It was a soft kiss, promising to lead to more, but we were still on Midnight. With a murmur of regret, he lifted his head and smiled down at me. “Where are we going?” I asked, in an attempt to take my mind off where I wanted the kiss to go.
“You’ll see.”
“Have you let Midnight in on the destination, or are you letting him choose it?”
“Close your eyes.”
“What? Why?”
“You rely on your sight too much. You need to be aware of everything, not just what you can see.”
“Oh.” I closed my eyes and leaned back into him, trusting him to look after me.
“Keep them closed until I tell you to open them.”
Without my sight, my other senses did come alive. The first thing I became aware of was the buzz of insects. The sound of Midnight’s hooves on the ground changed from an earthy clop to a sharp click. We left the forest and were on a rocky incline. I noticed the sound of rushing water. I was quite proud of myself when I recognized Grey Wolf’s subtle shifts, the pressure his thighs and calves applied, and Midnight’s immediate response to the direction.
We reached the top, the sound of water drowning out all else. “Are we almost there?”
“A little further, Sweetings.”
We were going down; I could feel it as we leaned back to keep our balance. I was past curious and wanting the mystery of where he was taken us to be revealed. “Can I open my eyes now?”
“Not yet, just a little longer.”
The decline was getting steeper, the powerful roar of the water louder. I felt Grey Wolf shift his weight; this time he responded to Midnight as the horse made a side pass down the steeper area. At the base, we stopped and Grey Wolf dismounted. With his hand warm on my thigh, I had the sense he was searching our surroundings. A sense proven true when his hand squeezed tighter for a second and then disappeared. “Grey?”
“Not yet.”
Midnight followed his master, a dutiful companion, leading me to where Grey Wolf wanted me to be. Seconds passed, minutes forming in the span. With a soft neigh and a quick bob of his head, Midnight stopped.
“We’re here. Open your eyes.”
I opened them, and drew in a gasp. “It’s beautiful,” I said when I was able, my voice full of awe. I tried to take everything in at once, but my sight was taken over by the water of the falls. The first rays of morning sunlight shone, making the crystal clear water cascading over the rocks and free-falling to the pool below glitter like diamonds. Foamy at the base, the spectacle sprayed its refreshing mist for several feet. Steam rose all over the pool, the water warmer than the air this early in the morning.
A hawk’s cry drew my attention away. Looking up towards the sky, I saw several distant snow capped mountain peaks residing over their paradise. Forest surrounded us on all sides, except for the rocks that made up the falls, but even there trees grew out of the ragged incline above it. The bird of prey circled, and disappeared into the light at the top of the falls. Turning away from the glare, I focused downward. From my vantage point on Midnight, I could see the depth of the water changed from being deep where the water converged and becoming shallower towards the edges. On the farthest point from the falls, water flowed out, and I twisted around to see another fall. There were more going down the mountain.
I looked down at Grey Wolf and saw he was watching me, his pleasure coming from mine. “Oh Grey, it’s the most beautiful place I’ve ever seen.”
“Wait until you get in the water, Sweetings.”
Eager to do just that, I too dismounted, lacking all the finesse and elegance Grey Wolf possessed. My clumsiness forgotten when his body pressed up behind mine. The heat from his bare chest warmed me through my clothes.
His arms wrapped around me, his hands captured and held mine. “When you’re naked before me, then its beauty will be complete.”
His breath was a tease against my ear. His whispered words left me breathless.
I allowed my head to rest against his shoulder. “Nothing could be more perfect than this is Grey.”
Only then he proved my words false. A subtle shift of the body and his lips touched mine in a lingering kiss that promised everything I could ever want. Once more. Twice he came back. A third time. And then his personality reasserted itself, and he stood straight.
With his arm possessive around my waist, he turned his attention to Midnight. “Thank you, my friend.”
Midnight seemed to understand, bobbing his head and nudging at Grey Wolf before he wandered off to graze where he may.
In harmony side by side, we waited until the anticipation had built up to right moment, and then I turned in Grey Wolf’s arms so I was facing him, my hands on his shoulders. It was the most natural thing in the world to stand there and wait for him to entice me. I didn’t have a long wait. His eyes took on a slumberous hue, his head bent, and his lips captured mine in a deep kiss. My lips opened under the pressure of his, his tongue taking advantage and slipping in to explore. His hands rested on my hips, his thumbs circling in lazy passes. I couldn’t get enough. I wanted more. I needed more. Leaning into him, letting him support my weight, I stretched up as far as I could to deepen the kiss.
With casual strength, he lifted me, my legs wrapping around his waist in an instinct as old as time. Now I had the leverage I wanted. With a desperate need, I reversed our normal roles and became the aggressor. My tongue ravaged his mouth, my hands caressed his shoulders and fisted in his hair. When that wasn’t enough, I pressed as tight against him as possible only to discover I couldn’t get close enough.
It was Grey Wolf who tore his mouth away from mine, his hands that eased my hold on him, his arms that lowered me to the ground. “Easy Sweetings. I need…wai—”
“Wait? You know Grey, I’m getting tired of being teased.” I jerked out of his grasp and skirted away, an idea forming. “I think it’s about time someone showed you what it’s like.”
“You’re not much of a tease, Sweetings.” The laughter in his voice mocked me more than his smirk. “You are always too eager to touch me, to do as I say.”
“You may be right. But, not this time. I’m not going to touch you. I’m going to go into that wonderful pool and soak the smell off. You keep your hands to yourself, until you’re ready to take what I have to offer.”
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He watched as she backed up, the glint of her eye warning him that she was up to something. There was no doubt he would regret speaking. All he wanted to say was how he needed her too much to go slow. He had brought her here to worship her, but found his urge to dominate were stronger than ever. Her words intrigued him though, and he was curious as to what she might do to entice him.
Time slowed as he watched her fingers reach for the bottom of her shirt. Arms crossed she pulled the shirt up over her head, exposing her breasts to his greedy gaze. She threw the shirt off to the side before she reached up to untie her hair. Soft wisps had escaped during their ride and framed her face, but it was the breasts accentuated by her raised arms that mesmerized him. They moved with her as she ran her fingers through her hair to free it from the braid.
Without conscious thought, he walked toward her, needing to touch what she had revealed, to entangle his fists in her hair and dictate her needs until she begged him to end her torment.
“What are you doing?”
Her words stopped him in his tracks. She was serious about this little game. So be it. He would play along. For now. He would let her think she was in charge if it made her happy. She smiled at him as she inched her buckskins down, stopping just before she revealed the silken curls to him. She turned her back to him, let them drop to the ground and stepped out of them, bending over to tug the second pant leg off.
He felt the tightening, the pressure building inside him. “Great Spirit, give me strength,” he whispered.
She turned and looked at him over her shoulder. “Did you say something?”
He cleared his throat. “Great Spirit, guide her steps,” he said. “The rocks are slippery.”
“Of course. The rocks are slippery.” She turned back towards the pool, her steps slow.
Grey Wolf watched as her body disappeared in the steam created by the hot water. He listened to her sighs of contentment as the warmth enveloped her, the sounds feeding his imagination. She made that same sound when he made love to her. For a quick instant, he felt impatience. If she wasn’t playing games with him he would already be inside her, the soft whimpers the result of desire not hot water.
“Oh Grey Wolf, this pool is delicious. Thank you. Nothing has ever felt this good. It’s like having your hands caressing me all over. Everywhere I need you.”
Still standing where he had stopped, his teeth clenched. The little minx! She was enjoying this. He caught the teasing in her voice, her insinuations. Did she not know what she was doing to him? Oh yes, he immediately answered himself. She knew. What she didn’t know was soon the sun would evaporate the mist around her and she would have no place to hide. Then she would be at his mercy.
He waited. The mist was taking forever to disperse as he listened to the sounds of the splashing water and her heartfelt moans, each driving rational thoughts right out of his mind and increasing his lust. Worse, was the occasional glimpses he caught of her as the mist taunted him with her image.
The Great Spirit was playing with him. It couldn’t be a coincidence that the moment he could see her clearly in the water she rose, as beautiful and graceful as a sea nymph, and even more desirable because she was his. The water sluiced down her breasts and then ran in trails down her stomach to gather in the curls visible above the water. Her hair clung to the swells like a second skin.
Too late, he noticed her watching him. Once she had eye contact with him, she broke it to gaze with a decided un-maiden-like insolence at the bulge in his buckskins.
“Uncomfortable?” she asked, letting her eyes wander over him.
He waited until she focused on his face and then nodded, not trusting his voice. In truth, he was beyond uncomfortable, but he welcomed it, embraced it in order to keep control.
“Well get undressed, silly. Then come sit down over there,” she said turning her head to motion to a rock on the shallow end of the pool.
Again, he waited until she met his eyes, daring her without words to watch. She accepted his challenge, her eyes straying to his hands, her tongue tracing her lips as he started to undress. For every loop, he took a step toward her, his movements meant to be slow and mesmerizing. He stood on the edge of the pool by the time his lacings were undone, feeling victorious as he pushed the confining material over his hips. Two could play the strip game, and while his wasn’t as graceful as hers had been, he had felt her eyes taking in what he revealed.
Then she smiled, and he realized she was still playing. To make matters worse, he was close enough to see the flush on her face, the rosy hue on her skin, the water that beaded and ran down her luscious curves. He wanted to devour her, to lick the water off drop by drop, to make her squirm for making him wait. But she had not offered herself to him yet. He would not give her the satisfaction of knowing how out of control he was, how much he needed her. His movements were rough and jerky as he kicked the damned material off his feet.
“Aren’t you going to sit down?”
He shook his head. There was no way he was going anywhere but in the water with her.
She took a step toward him, and then another, and another, her stance widening with every movement. The water was lapping around her mid-thigh when she stopped. He let his gaze caress her, as he wanted to do, roaming from her nipples to the curls at the juncture of her thighs.
He shook his head, thinking he must be dreaming. No, wait, he wasn’t dreaming. Her hands had followed his gaze. But she wasn’t paying attention to him, her head was back, the slender column of her throat visible as she caressed herself. Startled, he could do nothing but watch. Her hand left, her fingertips blazing a trail back up to her breasts, her throat. Her lips. She met his stare, and then with deliberate intent, put her index finger in her mouth, sucking for a moment before she removed it.
“What do you taste like?” he asked before he could sensor his thoughts. He knew damn well what she tasted like. He swallowed, imagining her essence sliding down his throat. His hunger was a sharp tang of the starving.
“Hmmmm. Let’s see.” This time she swirled her tongue around the tip. “Sweet. With a faint hint of ...something. If you sit down, I’ll give you a taste.”
He didn’t want to sit down on the damned rock, but like a drowning man he grabbed hold of the branch that promised to save him. There was no other choice, it was either sit or sink. Once he was on the rock, she glided toward him, more of her body exposed to his gaze. He swallowed when her fingers found the treasure he coveted, disappearing to stroke for a few moments and then re-emerge. Bringing her fingers to his lips, she traced the bottom one, his tongue following the path. He pulled them into his mouth, sucking gently, long past the time necessary for a taste, releasing them with reluctance when she pulled them away. Her breasts were a feast before his eyes, the perfect height for him to reach out and savour with his tongue.
“Are you offering?” he asked, his voice a hoarse whisper.
“Not yet,” she said lowering herself back into the water and moving toward the side where the bottom sloped at a low angle.
“I won’t wait much longer. End it now or I will.”
“Let me find the right spot. I have plans for you, don’t spoil them.”
“I can’t wait.”
“Yes, you can. And you will.”
“What do you want?”
“You’ll see. Don’t worry about the future, live in the moment. Remember?”
Remember? He had no idea what nonsense she was spewing. Or rather he did, but she had taken it out of context and was using it against him. He forced himself to listen.
“…and if you’re not willing to satisfy me…”
Not satisfy her? Great Spirit. He’d show her…
She looked at him, her head tilted to the side as she watched him.
He raised his eyebrow. “What are you thinking?”
She twisted around, presenting him with her back. And her ass.
He walked into the water, so intent on her he didn’t notice the heat. And then he lost his breath.
After peaking over her shoulder and giving him a wicked grin she rolled onto her back. Then she cupped her breasts and squeezed them together. Grey Wolf received the message loud and clear. He straddled her, stroking his cock between her breasts, the water lapping around them. He slipped his finger inside her as he pushed himself forward. Her eyes closed and a small whimper encouraged him.
“Is this what you wanted?” he asked as her muscles clenched around his finger, squeezing without mercy. On the next thrust, two fingers replaced the one and her back arched, her muscles rippling around him.
“Damn it! Sweetings we can’t do this. You’ll go under!”
Her eyes opened and mocked him. “It’s shallow here. I checked. What did you think I was doing while you were pouting out there?”
“There’s a flaw in your fantasy.”
“Hmmmm?”
“When I move the water moves.”
“Does it? She said in apparent innocence. “Let’s see.”
He moved, one long, fast stroke, the water currents following him. She’d get the point. When her face submerged. When in this ridiculous position she swallowed water when she could be swallowing his seed. The minx closed her eyes and held her breath, arching so her head went farther under than he intended.
When the soft lap of waves receded she gazed at him in mirth. “Yep, you’re right. It moves. But it’s not a flaw. You just have to go slow.”
Mesmerized he watched her hair float around her, her breasts bobbing in harmony with the waves. He closed his eyes, needing to get the image of her beneath him out of mind, the look of trust in her eyes. It didn’t work, he could still feel her. Closing his eyes heightened the sensation instead of detracting from it. His control was disappearing. He didn’t think he could take much more. Her moans as he continued to caress her drove him wild. He stopped his ministrations, but her hips didn’t listen; they rose to slide over his fingers without hesitation.
“I can’t go slow. And I need to be IN you. Now.”
“Do you? I wouldn’t know.”
He pulled away from her. Using one hand to brace himself, he used the other to grab one of hers and wrap it around his erection. “Feel it! This is what you do to me.”
He had made another mistake. The touch of her hand on his flesh almost made him orgasm. The hot water was cool against his fevered body, his temperature increasing with each stroke of her hand. “The game is over!”
“Game? I wasn’t playing any game. I was very serious.” Her soft purr emphasized his raggedness.
“So am I. Say it!”
“No.”
“No?” His hand clamped down on hers, stilling the movement. “What do you mean no?”
She laughed. “I wasn’t aware no had another meaning. But there is a word women use in my time that applies here. It’s called compromise. You should learn it, and then we wouldn’t have to go through this.” She looked where his hand was restraining hers. “And as much fun as this is, I’d be willing to make a compromise, this once, if you let go of my hand.”
He was a fool. He was at her mercy, not the other way around, and she knew it. The knowing look in her eyes told him as much. She knew all she had to do was ask, and he would fulfill her every desire. Even if it killed him. He released her hand.
In turn she released him and glided out farther into the water. “Come here.”
He shook his head; to go near her now would be to attack her. The water allowed her to glide back to him, underneath him, to a position she had referred to as missionary. Unable to help himself, he braced his forehead against hers as she wound her arms around him and pulled herself up against him.
She pulled back, pressing her lips against his. Softly. Once. Twice. A third time she lingered. And yet it was her smile that was his undoing; seductive and innocent, her whispered words almost lost in the beauty of it. “I give myself to you. Take what is offered.”
“Sweetin—”
She placed her finger over his lips to silence him. “Just do me one favour.”
“Anything.” The sincerity of his promise was enforced by a firm kiss.
“Don’t be gentle.”
He used his hands to balance himself, her face in the curve of his neck as he growled low in his throat. Her teeth nipped his shoulder on his first hard thrust.
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Mmm, verrry sensual >>> -- Fi, 16:47:41 08/09/10 Mon
And I love the descriptions of the waterfall and the hawk as well :)
>“Don’t be gentle.”
I don't think there's much danger of that!
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Thanks! >>> -- Myxtress, 11:24:21 08/12/10 Thu
>And I love the descriptions of the waterfall and the
>hawk as well :)
Thanks again *G*
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>>“Don’t be gentle.”
>I don't think there's much danger of that!
Well one never knows, but in this instance it's highly unlikely ;-)
Thanks for reading and commenting. Much appreciated!
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Grey can take me for a ride any time! ;-) -- debikm, 06:42:26 08/10/10 Tue
I swear I saw a typo in there somepalce, but I was so distracted by the time I finished reading it that I can't find it to save my life. Mmm... yeah, guess you can tell I enjoyed this scene... Yep, sure did ;-)
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Oh he can, can he? >>> -- Myxtress, 11:29:39 08/12/10 Thu
>I swear I saw a typo in there somepalce, but I was so
>distracted by the time I finished reading it that I
>can't find it to save my life. Mmm... yeah, guess you
>can tell I enjoyed this scene... Yep, sure did ;-)
LOL Someplace eh? I'll keep looking. *G*
Well, I guess that's one way to get someone to look at my writing more than once. Send em' looking for typos *G* Seriously, I'm glad this distracted you and that you enjoyed it. And thanks for reading.
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